Be a Man

                                  I am a fly on the wall of house

Where the windows are always broken

I am a pause in a storm on a dark stair

Whenever your name is spoken



Be a man about this

Be the coward or the kiss

Be a man about this



Somewhere there is salt

In the air of a season

That touches the hem

Of an island so northern

Some air is knitting a day for a woman

Who's eyes are upon the horizon



Be a man about this

Be the boredom or the bliss

Be a man about this



Be the number or the name

Be the picture or the frame

Be the shoulder or the shame

Be the moth or flame



I am the birth of a dawn through a curtain

The hurt of a dawn through a curtain



Be a man about this 

Be a man about this

Be a man about this

Be a man about this